This show is fabulous darling; no word other than ‘fabulous’ can really describe it. It’s not informative, it’s not worthwhile; it’s fun, nothing more nothing less. And by far, the most fun character is Louie…
He’s sibilant, he’s vapid, he’s freakily bendy and he’s the sort of man to whom I’d gladly apply for the post of fag hag. He’s awesomely camp, and he’d make a fantastic best mate, but only to a woman or an equally camp man.
However, for as interesting as he is, there’s an equal and opposite character who’s so far up his own jacksie, I suspect he needs to insert his toothbrush somewhere dark to clean his teeth…
Andrew Stone, studio instructor, thinks he’s the second coming, and he’s so not. “I’m not in show business, I am show business” he said, with not a trace of embarrassment at the narcissism that positively oozed from his every buffed and toned pore.
He’s also convinced that his band, Starman, are set to propel him the stardom he feels he so richly deserves. I suspect he’s going to be disappointed.
I still enjoyed watching him though; that he’s utterly deluded isn’t in doubt, but it was fun to laugh at him rather than with him.
I also thought it was a masterstroke to have Michael Burke narrating. He adds a gravitas that is totally unwarranted, and that made it even more entertaining. I mean, the man has reported on some of the world’s most pivotal and history-making incidents, and here he is commentating on the televisual equivalent of pink fluff.
As I said, this show is so completely insipid, it’s worth watching to just allow your brain to go to sleep while viewing, and it’s oddly addictive.